Lyrics:

Tonight you better stop and rebuild all your ruin.
Peace and love can win the day in spite of all your losing.

Ah, ah,
We come from the land of the ice and snow,
From the midnight sun where the hot springs blow.
The hammer of the gods will drive our ships to new lands,
To fight the horde, sing and crying: 'Valhalla, I am coming!'

On we sweep with threshing oar, my only goal will be the western shore.

Ah, ah,
We come from the land of the ice and snow,
From the midnight sun where the hot springs blow.
How soft your fields so green, can whisper tales of gore,
Of how we calmed the tides of war. We are your overlords.

On we sweep with threshing oar, our only goal will be the western shore.

Ah, ah,
We come from the land of the ice and snow,
From the midnight sun where the hot springs blow.
The hammer of the gods will drive our ships to new lands,
To fight the horde, sing and crying: 'Valhalla, I am coming!'

On we sweep with threshing oar, our only goal will be the western shore.

Tonight you'd better stop and rebuild all your ruin,
Peace and love can win the day in spite of all your losing.